The Murder Trail

Chapter 2

The two of them continued talking, not knowing that a murderer was waiting, crouching in the shadow of the night, without a sound.

Darn it. Should have prepared for this.

He had planned to kill swiftly and steal the keys and run away with the car. It was a 600hp model that could get him anywhere he wanted. Now he had to kill two people without leaving a trace. The bullets dissolved and disappeared in the blood of the targeted. So, he mused, let these two get their fair share of death.

The Society is generous. How could I ever doubt the credibility of the information they give me? I should punish myself for thinking such treasonous thoughts.

He loaded his gun with an inherent sense of urgency. You need it when murdering a little rich twerp that is an obstacle to the greatness of your organisation. You get money too, he thought greedily. If the Society decided to be more generous than it already was, then he might get a promotion.

But that bloody son of a bitch had to escort her.

The man was part of a rebel organisation that had been trying to wipe the Society of its existence for millennia. These two societies were the oldest secret societies in the world, and pretty much controlled the world from behind the scenes. People thought that their government's ruled them. That was probably true to a certain extent, but they were answerable to either of the two organisations. And, it turns out that the guy escorting his prey was a top figure in... the grand Society itself! However, he turned himself in to the other society, gave them top secret information and now lives a life of pure enjoyment with the other organisation. Or should I say lived.

Cowardly traitor! He is going to die!

Then, he aimed the gun. Two gunshots rang out, followed by two muffled screams, then a 600hp engine revving and getting softer in the darkness. Nobody woke up.